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Since we started the week with an untimely death in the music world, I figured I’d finish it off with another celebrity passing to get us good n’ soft for the coming of the Raptors (that’s what all the hubbub is about, right?) Randall Mario Poffo, better known as former WWF/WWE superstar wrestler “Macho Man” Randy Savage, was killed in Florida this morning at the age of 58 after suffering a heart attack resulting in a fatal car accident.

According to the Florida Highway Patrol, Savage was driving his Jeep Wrangler when he veered across a concrete median, through oncoming traffic, and “collided head-on with a tree.” He was transported to Largo Medical Center, where he died. Savage’s wife of one year, Lynn, was a passenger but sustained only minor injuries, according to TMZ.

Savage’s brother, Lanny Poffo told TMZ that the wrestler suffered a heart attack while he was driving and then lost control of the vehicle. [via MSNBC]

You may be wondering what the hell this has to do with music news. And if you are, I may be wondering why you’re such a deprived idiot. Because in 2003, Macho Man burst onto the music scene with the seminal rap album Be a Man. The title track is embedded below, in which he lambasts Hulk Hogan for being such a Hollywood p*ssy.

Man, I never liked wrestling, but I love my friends’ impersonations of Macho Man, and I dig his unbridled hatred for Hulk Hogan. Oh, and Slim Jims. I love Slim Jims. As a matter of fact, if you need me, I’ll be in the snack aisle at Shop Rite. Or is it candy? Or beef? Where the f*ck would I find it? Eh, I’ll just stick to the check-out counter at Wawa.

Yeesh, sorry to be such a Debbie Downer with this week’s posts, but I’m merely the bearer of all the bad news, which seems to be ramping up leading to Saturday’s Rapturous Zombiepocalypse. The latest tragedy to report is that, in his recently released memoirs Not Dead & Not For Sale, Scott Weiland reveals that he was raped at the age of 12 by an older student. (As an aside, some other media outlets are giving this story the headline “Scott Weiland Raped,” which, although true, I think we can all agree is a little misleading.)

In his book the singer details a tragic event when, as a 12-year-old, he was raped by a “big muscular guy, a high school senior… [who] rode the bus with me every day to school.”

Scott continues, “[He] invited me to his house. The dude raped me. It was quick, not pleasant. I was too scared to tell anyone. ‘Tell anyone,’ he warned, ‘and you’ll never have another friend in this school. I’ll ruin your f—in’ reputation.'”

The sinister episode was so tough that the singer admitted he couldn’t confront it until recently.

“This is a memory I suppressed until only a few years ago when, in rehab, it came flooding back,” he writes. “Therapy will do that to you.” [via Ultimate-Guitar.com]

Woof, that is awful. But it may provide some insight into the inspiration (subconscious or otherwise) for his lyrics to “Sex Type Thing” – the rapiest song this side of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.”

If you’re one of the many people still looking for someone to teach you how to Dougie, lessons from the masters just got scaled back a bit. Rapper M-Bone of Cali Swag District – the group responsible for last year’s hit hip-hop dance song “Teach Me How To Dougie” – was tragically gunned down Sunday night in a drive-by shooting.

Bone, born Mante Talbert, was one-fourth of the group that rose to fame with their 2010 single “Teach Me How to Dougie.” Cali Swag frontman C-Smoove tweeted, “Ma life changed drastically in the blink of an eye. rip mbone,” early Monday morning.

Inglewood Police Department Homicide Sgt. Brian Spencer confirmed to MTV News that the 22-year-old Bone died of two gunshot wounds to the head in his hometown of Inglewood, California.

Witness accounts confirm that the rapper was seated in his car when the gunmen pulled alongside him in a separate vehicle and let off at least two rounds. The suspects fled northbound on La Brea. [via MTV News]

That is terrible and sad. And really kinda makes me question what’s being considered “gangsta rap” nowadays. Should I be concerned about the well-being of the dudes responsible for my other favorite hip-hop dance song of 2010 “Movin Like Berney”? Because that would honestly devastate me. Not to mention putting my self control and tact to the ultimate test to avoid making an easy Weekend at Bernie’s joke.

Something tells me if the guy knew how the evening would play out, he'd choose "My Way" over "the highway."

Welp, it’s taken a surprising 16 years, but the first argument over Limp Bizkit’s music to result in murder has been reported. And it doesn’t play out as you’d hope expect…

A Sunshine Coast [Australia] man was bashed to death, put in a shopping trolley and dumped in a creek following a drunken fight over music selection, a court has heard. The court was told Emmanuel McPherson, 48, objected when his flatmate, James Albert Madden, played a Limp Bizkit album on Mr. McPherson’s stereo. A fight then broke out, in which Mr. Madden allegedly beat Mr. McPherson to death. Mr. Madden, 24, is on trial for Mr. McPherson’s murder. He pleads not guilty to the charge.

The dispute reportedly began when Mr. McPherson told Mr. Madden not to touch his stereo and told him to turn the CD off. A Brisbane Supreme Court jury was told Mr. Madden hit Mr. McPherson about the head with an alcohol bottle, punched him and stomped on his face as he lay on the floor.

He was found the next morning and although Mr. Madden initially denied any involvement in the death of his “bro”, he was charged with Mr. McPherson’s murder. Mr. Cummings said the jury would hear a confession he made to a man Mr. Madden believed was a fellow cellmate, but was in fact an undercover police officer who had recorded four hours of conversations he had with Mr. Madden in a jail cell. The jury will hear the officer ask Mr. Madden if he was going to be released. He replied: “No. I’ve murdered a man. Killed him a couple of days ago.” [Brisbane Times via Ultimate-Guitar.com]

Well, this is kinda depressing. Of course the loss of life is tragic, and I don’t mean to make light of horrifying, senseless violence like this, but why’d it have to be one of the good guys? I was preemptively brimming with schadenfreude when I saw the headline and started reading, but nooOOoo, the guy sticking up for good taste in music just had to be the guy to get murdered. I guess god doesn’t have as much of a sense of humor as I’d hoped for.

Even still, this raises some questions…

Was “Break Stuff” playing in the background during the beating? Was a “muthaf*ckin chainsaw” not readily available?

Which album was playing? Maybe Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water just wasn’t the poor guy’s jam. Maybe he was more of a Three Dollar Bill, Yall$ kinda guy. Boy, that killer would sure feel like an ass, then. Bizkit “bros” gotta stick together, y’all!

Was the undercover cop cellmate disguised as a juggalo to coax the confession? They just seem so easy to talk to about those sorts of things.